to think ancient Egyptian worldview
is to sense true otherness…informed, I
think, by happenstance of a fertile river
flooding lifebloom across a desert plane
no wonder they plundered Nubian
mines for veins of gold to shine like
sun on desiccated bodies resin wrapped
and carried through interstice to a realm
of dark inundated chambers
for they could think dimension…inner
outer…space of four triangles set on a
square into the air where depth is afterlife
and length is life and height is aspiration
Plate: Great Pyramid Diagram by Charles Piazzi Symthe, 1877
17 thoughts on “interstice”
Bonnie truly a wonderful experience to read. Poised like a delicate balance weight the dark from the light in equal measures. Smiles…>KB
So glad you think so, fine poet. Smiles…
For them, the next life was the eternity and this one was only preparation. What’s a little gold with all that to consider? Your poem puts it beautifully.
Thank you, Sharon…and I appreciate your insight.
We become blasè about all the familiar images and names. We are mayflies compared to that long breath of summer gold, hammered between sand and stars, a seeping arc of whispered magic, rumbled with the in and out of inundation and a yearning for eternity.
Deep appreciation for your time gift of most eloquent and meaningful words, Simon. Smiles…
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I hoped you would like this…and thought you would. Thank you, Lampmagician.
“flooding lifeblood” …. “dark inundated chambers” … “they could think dimension” … marvellous stuff, Bonnie.
Ward, I thank you for the specifics in your comment, which is very important and deeply appreciated.
Thank you, Jenifer. Smile.
I lived in Egypt for a short time and you have caught the mystery and oddness of their worldview perfectly! Lovely as always!
I appreciate your viewpoint,John. Very helpful and affirming. Smiles…
“interstice”; had to look that one up. Perfect for your poem.
Wonderful to hear from you, and glad you liked it. Very.